"Rrrr…" the raspy sounds emitted by tens of thousands of rotting corpses usurped all other noise.
The army of the dead was upon us.
Which could only mean one thing… Besides a genius dwarf crafter, the lionkin found themselves another ally.
A necromancer.
Skeletons of various beastkin races formed the vanguard of the advancing army. Their exposed bone structures served as indicators of what they once were.
The reanimated bearkin corpses towered over the other undead, occupying the frontlines of the necromancer's army. If their size wasn't enough to ascertain they were bearkin, the girth of their bones left no doubt. On the other hand, the remains of wolfkin bore elongated snouts and jagged teeth.
It was similarly easy to guess which subspecies each corpse originated from, as almost all beastkin sported some unique characteristic they inherited from their animalistic traits.
